Lena's POV
I stood in the hallway for a long time.
The photograph was small — credit card sized, printed on plain paper, the kind of thing that takes thirty seconds to produce if you have the right equipment. Taken from a distance, slightly grainy, but unmistakably me. Standing in the garden two days ago in the grey morning light, face tilted up, eyes closed.
The same moment I'd seen from my window.
The same moment Damian had been watching from his.
Someone else had been watching too.
My first instinct was to take it down. My second — steadier, more useful — was to leave it exactly where it was and go back into the office.
I opened the door without knocking.
Damian looked up. Read my face immediately.
"What happened?"
I stepped aside from the doorway so he could see into the corr
